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Battle of Sundgau
« on: 05 August, 2016, 03:17:47 PM »
Guljelm had traveled by sea from Dyrrachion to Venice. News had reached him in his home town of the savage natives claiming Sundgau province from the Kingdom of Italy. He was tired and not well, because his health had not recovered from his previous battles and wounds and other physic troubles that every human experiences. Yet, he donned his ragged armor, took a battle axe from his armory, a little blunt but still capable of dealing great damage to anything hit and took the road for where he was needed, where his warrior blood called him.

The travel by ship was event-less. The captain knew his job well and Adriatic was quiet and without storms. The wind was good and the ship made good time at Venice. Once there, Guljelm had a look at the market - there were some goods he might be interested to buy. He asked for the latest laws from a local and was told that there was no law to stop him from acquiring what he needed. Glad for this information he started again to the north-west. He didn't want to burden himself and his horses with goods that would only encumber him at the upcoming battle.

The road went on and on under the scorching summer sun. Guljelm was very tired and a bad cough was his best companion during the travel. From Venice he traveled to Treviso, wealthy with gold and then to the high passes of Trento, full of pine forests that streched endlessly. The cool fresh air of the Alps did nothing for his cough, but the travel was more pleasant and part of the road was under the shade of immense ancient pines. Once in St-Gallen, people started to speak more and more in German and French than Italian. After St-Gallen, he reached Aargau and almost dead from fatigue, finally entered Sundgau province, making as much haste as he could get from his tired horses because time was dear. Along the way he saw burned cottages, destroyed villages, farm animals slaughtered and dead bodies everywhere  - farmers that had fallen on their fields, women and children that were killed and burned in their houses. On the way he meet other warriors coming from different parts of Italy and Balkan to join the fight. Together they traveled safer, but their numbers were nonetheless too few.

There was deep evening when they found their vanguard had stopped and were talking among each other. Ahead, the stars in the sky meet with the fires in the field, both innumerable. They were seeing the enemy camp. Countless camp-fires, countless people among them. The camp was filled with noise and shouts. The few tents were in total disorder.

Guljelm and the others descended the slope on which they were and reached the allied camp, in front of the enemy, a few arrow throws from it, sentinels alert and the camp-fires were less then a third of the enemy's. After a fast and light supper, Guljelm went to sleep as he was very tired to stay awake and join the conversations. Anyway, the mood in the camp was somber and much more quiet than the savagery across the field. Suddenly, at the enemy camp, someone started to beat a great drum. It's deep sounds would go on all the night. Guljelm fell asleep trying to close his ears to that frightening , relentless sound...

In the early morning, he woke up. Light was filtering on the tent's sides, sounds of steps and steel beating steel came from outside. The great drum had stopped. Guljelm went outside the tent, stretching his tired limbs. The army was gathering and everyone was putting on their armor and weapons. Guljelm donned his own and crossed the camp to the battlefield. Under the light of the day, the opposing army was horrendous. The field, at the enemy's side bristled with warriors and weapons from one edge to the other. Guljelm was not frightened by numbers, he never was, but his health was not good at all. While the soldiers were gathering and lining up, he took out a piece of parchment and his writing kit and wrote a few rows.

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My dear Princess,

looking at the rows of savage natives across the field and looking at our small numbers, seems I will fall today on this field - a curse on the gods who send us sickness and trouble without giving us the means to heal and have good health. If you are more fortunate, look for my body, maybe I will have some life remaining in me and might be saved.

Yours
Guljelm

He folded the parchment and as there was no time to seal it with hot wax, gave it to his squire and told him who to take it to. Then he mounted his horse and spurred his horse toward the enemy.


(RIP) Mary Kuznetsova

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Re: Battle of Sundgau
« Reply #1 on: 08 August, 2016, 03:15:15 PM »

Вид многочисленной рати напротив напомнил Марии прошлую войну, в которой редко приходилось меньше двух врагов на одного нашего дружинника. Но присутствие опытных воинов и находящегося в лагере священника успокаивало.

Стоило начаться битве, как все мысли из головы пропали, а сердце забилось с безумной скоростью. Время как будто растянулось. Оскал врага, обмен ударами, краткий перерыв и новый противник.

Одержав победу, усталые воины извлекали из под тел врагов оглушенных союзников и Пресвитер Георгий помогал им прийти в себя. Окружающие звуки стали приглушенными и как будто далёкими, поэтому Мария не сразу поняла что к ней обращается оруженосец с письмом.

Прочитав послание, Мария взволновалсь - она знала Джульерма как опытного и сильного воина и такое письмо могло означать только то, что дела действительно плохи. Зачастую именно самые могучие воины чувствовали необходимость обрести душевный покой, без которого невозможно долго оставаться здоровым, даже если ты могуч от природы. К счастью в часовне столицы Албании как раз был такой Дьякон - прославленный витязь Пень Колода, и Мария села писать ответ. Пальцы плохо слушались, поэтому приходилось писать крупными буквами, чтобы текст был читаем:
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Greetings my Lord Guljelm!

Our old friend Pen Koloda will be glad to cure your body and soul. Deus is great and can cure all curses and illness. Feel free to find him in his Chapel near the main square of Dyrrachion.

Sincerelty yours,

Mary Kuznetsova

Написанное послание Мария передала оруженосцу и попросила доставить Джульерму.

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View of a large number of enemies in front of Mary recalled the last war, which rarely had less than two enemies at one of our fighter. But the presence of experienced warriors and priests present in the camp calmed.

As soon as the battle begins, all the thoughts out of her head gone, and her heart beat with a crazy speed. Time seemed stretched. Grin enemy, an exchange of blows, a short break and a new opponent.

By winning, the weary soldiers were recovered from under the bodies of the enemies stunned allies and Elder George helped them recover. Ambient sounds are muted and seemingly distant, so Maria did not understand that it refers to the letter squire.

After reading the message, Mary excited - she knew Guljelm as an experienced and strong warrior and such a letter could only mean that things are really bad. Often it is the most powerful warriors felt the need to find inner peace, without which it is impossible to stay healthy for a long time, even if you are by nature mighty. Fortunately, in the chapel of the Albanian capital it was just a deacon - the famous knight Pen Koloda, and Mary sat down to write the answer. Fingers badly obeyed, so I had to write in large letters, the text to be read:

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Greetings my Lord Guljelm!

Our old friend Pen Koloda will be glad to cure your body and soul. Deus is great and can cure all curses and illness. Feel free to find him in his Chapel near the main square of Dyrrachion.

Sincerelty yours,

Mary Kuznetsova

Mary asked the squire to deliver a letter to Guljelm.
Мария Кузнецова, Княжна Киевская
Mary Kuznetsova, Princess of Kiev